Patrick stood up, grabbed my coffee cup from my hands, and set it on the coffee table before reaching down and putting me over his shoulder.
“Patrick!”I squealed, laughter erupting from me.“What are you doing?”
“Taking you home where you belong.Though I hate to tell you that I don’t think two miles is going to do anything to keep them from hearing you tonight.”
He tossed the blanket onto the couch and started walking to the door.
“I don’t have any of my stuff,” I said, still laughing.
“We’ll get it later.”
“I don’t even have shoes!Or my phone.”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder as I looked up at him.
“I’ll buy you new everything, Poppy.I don’t give a fuck about any of that right now.All I want is to take you home and devour you like the delicious treat you are.We can worry about the rest later.”
He slapped my ass, sending a jolt of excitement through me, before he opened the door and walked past Gage.
“Thanks for everything,” he said, walking far enough past that I caught the grin on my cousin’s face as he continued to clear the driveway.“We’ll see you on Christmas.Don’t call or text or come over until then.”
“Noted,” Gage replied, shaking his head as I let mine fall, getting the perfect view of Patrick’s tight ass in the gray sweatpants he had on.
Typically, I would have hated it if a man had carried me like this, but it turned out I loved everything Patrick did.He had a way of making me feel safe and protected at all times, even when he did depraved things to my body.We hadn’t been fully alone in what felt like months, which meant we were going to spend the next two days getting our fill of each other without having to worry about anyone else being there.
Forty
Patrick
Iwatched Poppy withsuch intensity that I didn’t miss the look in her eyes as she pulled her hair up with the Christmas-themed hair tie she’d picked up at Silver Falls Express when she first got here.I loved that she had a thing for silly, Christmas-themed things like the candy cane pen and the Christmas straw toppers—but seeing her tie her hair up on top of her head before stalking over to suck my cock was a new level of appreciation for the Christmas spirit.Not only that, she was wearing a lacy red bra and matching panties that had me feeling all sorts of jolly.
“Have you been a good boy?”she purred, looking up at me from under her thick lashes, batting them as she rubbed her hand up my thigh before sliding it over my boxer briefs, feeling my erection.
“Good.Bad.I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.”
We’d already spent the past day and a half fucking nonstop, but it seemed we couldn’t get enough of each other.It was Christmas Eve, and we were supposed to go to my parents’ condo for dinner tonight.At the rate we were going, I was going to have to cancel and make it up to everyone on New Year’s Day.
